The youth group knockout round came to an end with all the audience cheering for Xue Yi.

Xue Yi earned everyone's attention in this knockout match and compared all the contestants.

After the competition, it was the elixir tasting session, and many of the alchemists in the youth group came to participate for the first time, and when they arrived at this link, their faces all showed nervousness.

And Su Fan, because his position is relatively backward, he will not be able to take his turn for a while.

Yue Hailong led a group of elders from the Alchemist Association to carefully inspect the tables one by one, with some satisfied smiles on his face from time to time.

Unlike the middle-aged group and the elderly group, the pass rate of the youth group is very high, Yue Hailong and they turned a hundred tables, and more than 30 people reached the qualification line.

At this time, Yue Hailong came to Xue Yi's desk, and Xue Yi saw that it was Yue Hailong who came to taste his elixir, so he immediately raised his head high and said, "President Yue, take a good look, my craft is not something that anyone can see casually!"

The implication was that Yue Hailong was not qualified to taste his elixir.

Of course, this does not mean that Yue Hailong's alchemy strength is not enough, but that his status is not enough!

On the way to refining medicine, the concept of portal is extremely important, and Xue Yi, as the disciple of the medicine saint Zhong Xiande, is one level higher than Yue Hailong in terms of status.

This is only because Yue Hailong is self-taught, and he doesn't even have a master, and this is why Yue Hailong was assigned to a small place like the Southern Regions to serve as the president of the Alchemist Association.

In the face of Xue Yi's contempt, Yue Hailong's face did not fluctuate much, because he felt that he couldn't be angry with a junior at all.

He opened the lid of the Dan furnace, glanced inside, then raised his head and said lightly: "Pulse Replenishing Pill, perfect level, congratulations, qualified!"

With that, he walked to the next table with his hands behind his back.

What the?

Yue Hailong's understatement made Xue Yi stunned.

But after being stunned for a moment, a wave of anger in Xue Yi's heart rose violently!

What does this old thing mean?

Didn't he see how much of a sensation he had just caused?

How dare you be so casually perfunctory!

How unreasonable!

"Surnamed Yue, you stop me!"

Xue Yi stood up abruptly and shouted viciously at Yue Hailong.

The earth-shattering sound of his voice startled the contestants around him, and everyone looked at him inexplicably.

"What's the matter with you?"

Yue Hailong turned around and looked at Xue Yi, he didn't have a good face to show the other party for this junior who had repeatedly disrespected him.

"Let me ask you!Why don't you give me a few more comments?" Xue Yi said angrily with a fierce face.

"What more evaluation do you want? Aren't you qualified?"

"Qualified!"

"Even if you are qualified, even if you pass, and you are not the first place in the decisive round, why do you want me to praise you?"

"You!"

Xue Yi is iron-colored and iron-blue, this Yue Hailong actually ridiculed himself so much in front of the public, he is really bold!

"Hahaha!"

At this time, a piercing laughter suddenly came from the side, Xue Yi followed the prestige, and roared with hatred: "Who is laughing, do you want to die?"

"You want me to die, but I'm afraid you don't have the ability to do it!"

Su Fan stood up from his position with a sneer, he deliberately provoked Xue Yi by laughing just now.

"Stinky boy, go against me everywhere!" Xue Yi's eyes were blazing with murderous intent: "Lao Tzu will kill you now!"

Rumble!

A wave of energy belonging to the fifth level of the Soul Emperor emerged from Xue Yi's body, and all the surrounding tables were scattered.

"What?Soul Emperor Level 5!"

"This Xue Yi is actually the fifth level of the Soul Emperor, and he is only in his twenties!"

Many Dynasty monks in the stands were shocked, the Soul Emperor in his twenties, they had never seen it in their lives.

Some veteran soul emperors couldn't help but show bitterness on their faces.

Is this the genius of the Middle Domain? Their hundreds or thousands of years of penance are not worth a few decades of hard work.

"I didn't expect this Xue Yi to have some skills, if my family Rong'er can really follow him, it's not bad!"

The queen who was sitting next to Xu Minglong also had a big change in attitude at this time, and the more she looked at Xue Yi, who was showing her fierceness on the field, the more satisfied she became.

"Wow, Xue Yi is so domineering, I found that I was already fascinated by him!"

Xu Rong said with misty eyes, only Xue Yi's upright figure was left in her eyes, and she couldn't tolerate others anymore.

"I'm rubbing, it's worth it to choose to watch the game of the Shangmeng Danhui today, not only can you see the Danshu competition, but now you can actually see the fight!"

"What kind of fight? Is that completely crushing, okay? I dare to pack the ticket, that kid will definitely not be able to survive a round in Xue Yi's hands!"

"Even if that kid can't hold on, I think it's very exciting, and it's not in vain to be able to see a genius like Xue Yi!"

The spectators in the stands instantly all made a commotion, the so-called watching the excitement is not a big deal, and now there are wonderful scenes to watch, so everyone is willing to participate.

"Stop!"

However, Xu Handong, who was presiding over the Dan meeting in the air, would not sit idly by, only to see him shouting, pressing his right arm down, and grabbing Xue Yi with his old hand.

Xu Handong's cultivation was several levels higher than Xue Yi's, and when he grabbed it with this palm, Xue Yi suddenly felt that there was no way to hide.

And just when Xue Yi thought that he was about to be caught, a strong wind suddenly blew in the middle of the venue, and an ethereal old man's voice slowly sounded: "Juniors, the grudges between juniors, it's best to let them settle them by themselves, don't you even understand this truth as an elder?"

After this voice fell, two people suddenly appeared in the center of the entire venue, and these two people did not fall from the sky, but walked directly out of a spatial crack.

"Piercing space, this is a means that only high-level soul saints can have!"

Xu Handong's pupils shrank, his scalp couldn't help but feel a little numb, and his falling palm stopped in mid-air.

This sudden change shocked Su Fan in his heart, and among the two uninvited guests who appeared, one of them he knew, was the seventh-grade alchemist Wang Chendan.

At this time, Wang Chendan's face was full of red light, his energy was refreshed, and he had lost his chaotic appearance yesterday at all, thinking that he knew the sea, and the sword intent he left behind had been dispelled.

Su Fan's gaze, after staying on Wang Chendan for two breaths, quickly shifted to another person.

This is an old man with a face full of vicissitudes, hair like snow, wearing a very simple gray robe, and his long beard drags down to his abdomen.

Su Fan's perception swept over the old man, and the more he perceived it, the more his heart sank, because he didn't perceive a trace of breath fluctuations from the old man.

It's as if this old man is an ordinary person who has not cultivated.

But Su Fan understood in his heart that if he really regarded this old man as an ordinary person, it would be a big mistake.

(End of chapter)